He hunts for me, by night
My soul he longs to take
As my temptations are getting weaker
I fear, it's the taste of blood I crave.

The medication, I'm now immune
Before long I shall transform
For the beast that longs to steal my soul
Will be the beast, that I become.

As he hunts for me each night
My craving, is to steal his soul
For the smell of his blood leaves me thirsty
Driving me out of control.

His skin smells of sweetness
His blood is my cravings of the night
He moves closer to me, I lick him
His neck, irresistible, I bite.

The splatter of blood everywhere
Tearing flesh from bones
I crave the smell of death inside
                                   A death to most unknown.                                        


After all the nights he hunted me
It was I, who stole his soul
Now, I'm nothing more than he
The Beast, that lost control.